“Mr. Jefferson, I'm not calling to seek help from you but to meet up with you. You've done too many things for the Greaves family. I don't have much longer to live, so I'd like to see you for the last time. I wonder if you can spare the time, Mr. Jefferson?”
On the phone, Garett's voice was a tad weak. It was as though uttering those words had already taken all the energy he had left.
Surprise swamped Alex. Despite having suffered a beating at the hands of the secret forces back then, he should have recovered after consuming the pill I gave him. Why does he seem so frail now?
“Why are you so weak right now, Mr. Greaves? Did something happen? Don't hold back with me,” Alex queried in puzzlement.
On the other end of the phone, Garett chuckled. However, Alex could sense a bleakness to it through the sound alone.
“Mr. Jefferson, you've done too much for the Greaves family, so I can't trouble you anymore. I'm calling this time just to see you for the final time before I die. I'm truly blessed to have met such a noble person like you. Alas, the Greaves family hasn't been able to do anything for you. Verily, I feel sorry about that.”